Tiki the Terror, Part II

Just when I thought the worst was behind us . . .
We went camping this weekend, and everything went really great. Tiki and Maggie got all cuddly in the trailer, and she didn't keep us awake the entire night with her roaming and weird nuzzling (she likes to lay across my throat/neck . . . it's kind of hard to breath, let alone feel comfortable enough to even think about trying to fall asleep).
I get home from work today and let her out (she is still confined to the bathroom at night and when we aren't at home) only to discover that a poop bomb apparently went off in the bathroom. There is poopy cat litter all over the bath tub, the wall, parts of the floor. Everywhere. Except for on her. She is clean. I hate to think that she licked her feet/rear-end clean of all that, but we all know that's probably what happened.
My guess is that she went into the litter box, had some loose stool (but not technically diarrhea), stepped in it while trying to cover it, and freaked out that it was on her foot so she proceeded to try and fling it off. And fling it she did!
I took a picture of it on my camera phone (I will spare you all that physical image . . . your imagination is probably good enough), sent it to Jeremie with the caption "I call NOT IT!" He sent me a text saying, "Did you look behind the massage chair?"
Thank goodness it wasn't poop! She had apparently knocked down a plant and dirt was everywhere.
Too bad she's so damn cute, and is a great cuddler (when she's not trying to bite you).

P.S. She eats/kills spiders, too. I think she may be related to Gus in that sense.